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Chapter 160 Lost for Words?

Selena’s spine tensed up, intending to use her phone to light up the floor and pick up the broken pieces.

But at that moment, upon hearing Raymond’s voice, she momentarily felt unsure of what to do.

Raymond held a cup in his hand. He had been working upstairs and came downstairs to get coffee.

The lights in the house had gone out, and he could only vaguely see a figure, mistaking it for one of the mansion’s staff.

“Where’s the coffee machine?” he asked in a calm voice, already smelling the aroma of coffee.

Before going upstairs, Fiona had mentioned that there was always coffee prepared downstairs, available 24 hours a day.

When working late into the night, this was necessary to stay alert.

The kitchen was spacious, and the coffee machine was not far from Selena, but she dared not. speak up.

Raymond’s nose had already caught the aroma, and he naturally entered the kitchen.

He didn’t bother to look at the servant with her back to him and placed the cup under the

machine.

This coffee machine had a brief heat preservation function, so even if there was a power outage, it could still pour hot coffee into the cup.

As the coffee flowed into the cup, the aroma filled the kitchen.

This was Raymond’s favorite type of coffee bean, but, in the aroma of the coffee, he also detected

a familiar scent.

He frowned and couldn’t help but look towards the servant.

She remained crouched on the ground, not even moving her silhouette.

Is she mute?

Selena’s fingertips were still clutching the broken pieces of porcelain. With the lightning outside illuminating the scene, she swiftly picked up the porcelain in front of her and threw it into the

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kitchen trash bin.

She stood up, her head lowered, and was about to quickly leave

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kitchen when Raymond spoke

“It must be a power outage. Since everyone else is asleep, can you show me where the fuse box

is?”

He was not familiar with the layout of Ashbourne Manor, but the servants here should know.

Clearly, he mistook Selena for a servant.

Selena initially intended to hurriedly walk past him with her head down, but upon hearing his

words, she halted.

Raymond was becoming a bit impatient with her seemingly foolish behavior.

Lowering her voice, Selena pretended to be different from her usual self.

I’m sorry, Mr. Montague, but I don’t know where the fuse box is either.”

Raymond had come down without his phone, and currently, in the dark room, he couldn’t see clearly, so he asked, “What about your phone? Turn on the flashlight.”

Selena almost instinctively spoke up.

“I didn’t bring my phone.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone started ringing in her pocket.

This slap in the face came too quickly.

She raised her hand to tightly cover her phone and felt her cheeks heating up.

Both of them could barely make out each other’s vague silhouettes, and with Selena intentionally avoiding eye contact, Raymond couldn’t see clearly.

“Heh, no phone?”

His tone was calm, without anger, but it felt like a slap to Selena’s face.

Annoyed, Selena quickly reached into her pocket and pressed the phone’s screen to turn it off.

She didn’t know how to respond to Raymond’s question and continued to lower her head to leave.

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Just as she took a step, her wrist was grabbed by someone.

“You’re not from Ashbourne Manor, are you?”

Appearing here in the middle of the night, encountering him made her scared. She didn’t dare answer his question and even lied about not bringing her phone, afraid that he would recognize

her appearance.

Raymond had a special status, so there were always women with less–than–good intentions approaching him, especially considering that this person appeared in the kitchen.

Could they have tampered with the food?

This kind of situation had occurred before, so he was especially cautious.

In his villas abroad, there were measures in place to control such situations, and he didn’t have any female servants around him.

However, Ashbourne Manor was different, and nobody knew if the people here had been replaced.

This person was acting suspiciously, and it raised doubts.

Selena’s wrist was tightly held, and she could only taste bitterness in her mouth as she continued

to lower her voice.

“Mr. Montague, you’ve misunderstood me.”

“Give me your phone.”

He needed to see what she was hiding, and why she was afraid to turn on the phone’s flashlight.

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